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Deep in you heart, Does it still remain? Do you think you can bring it Back to life?
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Jan 8, 2018 22:57:26 GMT
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Some things never changed. Somethings were bound to change over time and some things changed in a matter of seconds. However, many good things took time to create. The greatest armour was not created overnight and neither was a city build in a matter of days. Just as old wounds didn't just disappear over time, they needed to be taken care of, dealt with.
The scar left by a traumatic experience was just as real as any wound a blade could inflict. Darkness was cradling the world in its cold arms and the glimmering stars were smiling down upon them from the clear sky. It was a wonderful sight and the only thing to keep a certain being sane whenever darkness fell. The knowledge of the stars above him, the wind around him, the freedom to move, it was all things to focus on whenever the old, ugly snake reared its head inside him. It was not often the darkness brought him back to the prison while he was still awake, but it did happen. So Èamon had left his camp, keeping his daggers on him at all times along with his money, so nothing of value could be stolen. Walking the restlessness out of his body almost always did the trick, since there was nothing to distract his mind at the camp he had started to walk among the trees. Fingertips brushed over the old trees trunks, each footstep was placed carefully on the ground. The hunting grounds were sacred to some, no predators were here. Expect those who wandered in from time to time, beings such as himself.
He stopped when he saw a white deer grazing between the trees. It was a beauty. Her white pelt would make a fine clothing for nobles, her meat would be tender and easy to eat... Or so he imagined. He had no intention of finding out. He was an animal after all and he did enjoy just co-existing with others at times at the simple level of a beast in a world where it was killed or be killed. He stood there and watched the deer for gods know how long, simply lost in thoughts and observing the nature around him. A small tune, filled with melancholy rose from his lips in a whispered song.
"Valamir's kornari jahus vis lae aurix,
wer vivif zhaan ekik,
vi niarhaanin di iejir zahae wer fanol ui|ulph urac,
origato wer mitne qanesc persvek wer whedab...
zara wer iejir charir wer fanol ui|ulph jahus duulo,
wer vivif zhaan ekik,
ir kornari zyak vis beat wer whedabra,
origato wer mitne qanesc persvek wer whedab"
It was a gentle melody sung in the dragon tongue, old but not yet forgotten by most dragons. Some mages knew of it as well, but few knew the song he was humming and softly singing the words to. It carried a story and perhaps it did sound better in his mother tongue, but that also brought the memories of his childhood and his mothers voice, which was something he didn't need...
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Does it still remain?
Do you think you can bring it
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Post by Lux Volkov on Jan 10, 2018 4:17:56 GMT
Lux Volkov  words . tags ♚ The hunting grounds. It was where the hybrid had spent the last week or so. She was close to her home now, so close. And yet she still didn't take that leap and return. Instead she lingered here in the place where prey could move freely. All the while knowing that it was not the predatory beasts that she needed to watch for most, but the humanoid creatures that would threaten to drag her back to a world of darkness and pain. She had been very lucky that she had been with Cedric when the first had found her. But now she was alone and had to be more aware, even more cautious. But staying on high alert was exhausting to an already beaten body. She had curled at the base of a tree with her wings wrapped around her like a blanket. The coat she had borrowed from Cedric cast haphazardly over her tattered wings. Sleep took her quickly. Filling her brain with images she had tried so hard to forget.
It was a soft voice that would pull her from her nightmares an hour or so later. Words spoken in a tongue she couldn't understand. She sat up and wiped at her face. Ivory wings unfurling around her as she tried to place where she was, who was speaking. She should have been afraid. She should have been terrified to awaken to the sounds of a voice. But she wasn't...it was strange but there was something familiar about those dark tones. And the words uttered so softly...they felt sad. She didn't know why, she didn't know their meaning. But something about them just conveyed a feeling of sadness to the heavily scarred hybrid.
Lux clutched the coat to her chest, waiting to put it on as she sat up and leaned to see through the bushes. A very tall man was there...and a deer as well although she was across the small clearing. She stiffened a bit, a nervous tremor rolling over her at the sight of another being so close. Why hadn't she awoken? Was she that tired? But again she was struck by something familiar about the tall figure. She continued to watch him. Not interrupting the soft somber tones. She waited until they drifted away to speak and by then she knew where she recognized him from.
Lux slowly climbed to her feet. Her blue eyes slipping over him and then to the deer, lingering there when words would finally break her silence. "I didn't think I would see you again." She didn't even know his name. The encounter had been that brief after he tore her from her captors. Then she had been left to wander in a confused haze. She swallowed against the lump in her throat and reluctantly brought her eyes back to the tall handsome man who had been her savior. "I...didn't get a chance to thank you." Not a thank you in itself but her voice broke away then. Slender arms crossed and pulled the coat closer to her chest. Her wings curled around her shoulders to keep her warm.
"So thank you...before you disappear again." A tentative smile. She didn't know him. Didn't know anything about him. But he had saved her from an eternity of torture. That spoke volumes.
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Jan 20, 2018 9:37:01 GMT
Éamon Lyall...
He watched the deer, for what seemed like seconds to him but it was minutes to most beings around him. At times the dragon could be incredibly old. Not just in age, but in the way his eyes seemed to hold oceans of knowledge, plagued by the times he had seen pass and this was definitely one of the great low points for his species.
The deer picked up on the sound of his voice, its small ears turned and twitched to listen and eventually it turned its head towards the dragon. He was going to avert his eyes since only predators stared at their prey. He meant the deer no harm. But instead of his hazel orbs wandering to inspect the landscape they were drawn to a small movement in the bushes. A small frame, clear eyes, blond hair and the look of a startled stoat for the first seconds, before she seemed to recognize him. Had he met her before?
He turned towards her and his face fell into a softer expression, his eyes seemed to gain more green and blue colours in this light, as he watched her.
He knew her.
He had seen her before, broken and bruised. This fae... Had he been alone a smug, hungry grin would have spread on his face, but he simply studied her. She had slipped away from him in the midst of the chaos which had ensued after he had freed her. It had been a mistake. He had meant to take this broken fae with him home, tend to her wounds, earn her trust and coil around her like a snake, slowly constricting till she couldn't make a simple decision without having him in mind or asking him about it. Was that still a possibility?
"...You are welcome. "
His voice still carried the dark and sad undertones, but now his voice carried a little warmth. He moved a little closer, his head tilting a tad to the side as his eyes ran over her fragile frame. He felt the memories of Djinn press on and for a second his fingers itched to touch her wings, to study them and compare them to the one he had in his cellar...
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